A dedication to a friend

When the gears start turning you have that look in your eye. Not a haunting look or a loving look; but a distant dreamy look. We both know where you are. Your in dreamers world, for you it is a place where time stops and all you can hear is the music. Friend, Dancer, Daydreamer. You are one of a kind.

the timer has been set. its not long now; time is flickering. the once innocent life of dreams and hopes ready to be chewed up and spit out. the dreams once dreamt are also dwindling away and time has not been kind. the dream catcher is fading and so are the dreams.